All day long I’ve been thinking about how you treated me. I could tell everyone, I could sub tweet you, I could call you up and scream and cry for hours. But what does that change? At the end of the day, I lost, and you won. My heart got broken, not yours. I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces and try to move on. But you know what? My heart’s still beating, no matter how broken it is. And to me, that’s all that really matters anymore.
I haven’t once regretted a thing until you. I feel like I lost something important suddenly; something that mattered when I thought it wouldn’t. And I wish I could take every moment I spent with you back.